The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-10-22
4 French Jack Sheppard.

III LuC yCdk 4sAOAAoASNA SANO I'D ent and the bandit Cartouche reigned in Paris, the former on the throne of his uncle, Louis XIV: the latter on the roofs of the capital, of which he had map, carefully drawn. My lord the duke of Orleans, regent of France, had invented the fine suppers of the Palais Royal and the masked balls of the opera Cartouche, man of refined habits, cold blooded and exceedingly courageous, had, as my lord, the duke of Orleans, his court, his bed room and even his private surgeon. All Paris resounded with the puns and deeds of the amiable brigand, who recommended politeness and good behavior to his cut throats and pick pockets, wore out the gendormes of Monsieur the lieutenant of police, and even often thrashed them we'll and good.
 During the night of holy Thursday Madame the Duchess de Boufiiers and handsome lady of thirty-two years of age, awakened from peaceful slumber. By the faint light of a night lamp she saw the curtains of the bal cony window opening, and a man short of stature, but we'll made, with an agreeable face, entered her bed room. He had Alencon lace cuffs, red heels to his shoes, and the perfect de- meanor of young lord. The duchess was very frightened, and she was on the eve of calling her servants, when tho ofro nnor said fO har.
 "Silence, madame! Do not call, if you please"
 And drawing two pistols from his belt, he continued:
 "I am Cartouche and the street is swarming with the gessddrmaes of Monsieur the lieutenant of police. l enter your house, madame, as either a thief or lover; but l shall behave myself like gentleman. You see me all broken up with fatigue and mad with hunger Therefore, Madame the Duchess de Bouffiers, I have the honor of asking supper and bed from your we'll known kindness"
 Saying so, and with hand richly gloved, Cartouche removed his hat and then bowed respectfully before the duchess, who raised herself on her elbow, in order to have good view of the strange visitor.
 "Do not fear, madame, I will not hurt you! Will you be charitable enough to ring that bell to summon your maid to your bedside? You will tell her that you are hungry and to bring you cold chicken and a bottle of champagne"
 "What are you saying, Monsieur Cartouche? During the Holy Week no chicken is to be found in my house."
 "Try, madame the duchess"
 Madame de Bouffiers obeyed, while Cartouche hid himself behind the curtains of the window. The bold thief knew his nobility on the top of his finger and the point of his knife. In fact, chicken and champagne were served on a silver tray, together with box containing a silver fork, a spoon and knife, exactly as in the kings palace. He was very talkative before and after eating and drinking. Mon- sieur Cartouche amused Madame the Duchess de Bouffiers great deal.
 She examined him stealthily. What this man who was seated here in her own bedroom was this famous Cartouche, who in the city as well as in the Palais Royal, residence of my lord the duke of Orleans, Regent of France, all people and courtiers doted on! She thought him & repulsive looking individual, and she found him very good looking young man, and he was So very adventurous, bold and couraQeous. and he proved to be